I went to the beach with my family at around 3.30pm Vietnam time. The sun was not as unmerciful as yesterday, and I found out that today's temperature was only 33 degrees celcius. Tomorrow and friday will be 34 degrees c. I'll be molten if I dont dissolve in my perspiration. It was low tide when we went down to the beach. I was able to stand on the sea bed even at the end of the restricted zone. But, of course, when there was a wave, I would gulp sea water. It was really very salty. The feeling is horrible. Terrible. Very. After a while, my throat feels like it's burning. The salt doesn't make you thirsty. It just makes you hate salt forever. After that, my nose starts to feel like it caught fire. Can't breathe properly and I constantly had to spit out sliva and blow hard through my nose to flush sea water out. It would have helped if I had a runny nose. I kept worrying that I'll either step on a sea urchin, or get stung by a jellyfish. Especially the one I almost murdered yesterday. The water was quite clear. I could sea my feet at the bottom. But it wasn't claer enough to see the sea bed clearly. I felt like a fish. Eating plankton. The sand was really very very fine. It was like powder. My mother started having her own "body enhancing" session. She rubbed the fine sand on her skin to make it smoother. She said it looked like what they sell in body shops. Ah, that's her.
My dad, Jean and I went around the shallower waters, trying to collect clams and crabs. We saw a woman who was also collecting clams. She was further out in front. She must have stole all the clams. No wonder we found so few. She used a simple machine. We had to do it the hard way by digging with our hands into the sand and feeling for clams.
My dad is a clam detector. Everywhere he starts digging, there's bound to be a few clams. Wherever my sister or I hunted, we almost never found clams. But our luck changed when we realised the trend and started digging wherever our dad started digging. I also found many shells with crabs in it. They were very small. When they crawled out, I shouted "Go back in!" and they listened to me. Ha. Yay! We collected the clams and crabs in a ceramic urn we found lying on the beach. I suddenly made the discovery that it could float on water. So we saved energy by not having to run back and forth. We did the running for almost half and hour. On one occasion, I was searching for clams when I mistook my dad's toe for a clam. I only realised when I tried to pull "it" out of the water. I later admitted that I was the one who pulled his toe. I laughed so hard I nearly toppled in the water. I hope he didn't think it was some jellyfish. I bet I would have jumped out of the water.
At about 5.30pm vietnam, we decided to finish off the beach activity. We carried the clams back to shore. I asked my dad what we were going to do with all of that. I thought he was going to say something like, we'll cook it! or let's give it to a restaurant! But Jean and I nearly died of shock when he said, "we'll hold a ceremony to bury them". Our reaction: what?! It wasn't a wrong statement, but the usually highly mature dad of ours just said something we thought was... extroadinary. And we started laughing again. (No, jie ying, I don't have a laughing disorder.) In the end, we gave the poor crustaceans to the woman who was collecting them. She left out one clam. My dad dug a hole with his feet, dropped the calm there and patched up the hole. And no, no ceremony. I would have died of laughter and created the wrong atmosphere for the poor clam.
After showering, we went for dinner. We walked out again and ate at a restaurant just beside the one we ate at last night. This resaurant had less variety, less value for money and the waitress was obviously trying to cheat us. I think they have 2 menus. One for tuorists, The other for locals. It cos S$5 for a medium sized tiger prawn. !!! If I had seen through the exagerated size earlier, I would have gone without it. Overall, the food tasted alright, but just wasn't worth it. The pineapple juice I drank was nice.
Now, I'll type about the pond outside my room (ground level). The pond has lilies. There are 2 types. Red and blue ones. The blue lilies bloom in the day and close up in the night. The red lilies close up in the day and bloom at night. So interesting. The first and only thing that came to my mind was: red and blue litmus paper. Such resemblance.
Now I shall update the condition of my homework. It is barely done. I can't find a single shop that sells foolscap paper. I can't start on anything. How annoying. I brought my homework here for nothing. Gahness. All I can do is read The Kite Runner. Sigh. How unfortunate. I will always remember not to leave anything behind on the plane while at stopovers. A painful lesson learnt.
Now, it is about 9.10pm. I have 50 more minutes before this room gets locked. As for pictures, I'll post them when I get back to Singapore. Internet connection speed is 100.0Mbps. I think that's slow.
Tomorrow:
1. Going cycling in the morning. Our hotel room comes with complimentary bicycle renting coupons. My mom can't cycle. She'll probably go to the gym or I don't know. But I know she'll exercise. Maybe there'll be a two-man bike.
2. Going to Danang city at around 10.30am vietnam time so mom, dad, jean and I can eat lunch there. I think it's much more advanced than Hoi An. It's a 30min drive from this resort and is near the airport.
3. I don't know what we'll be doing after that. So I'll blog about day 4.5 when I'm back from Danang city.
(section dedicated to jie ying: meet you online tmr afternoon or at night? if ur free. If not, it's alright. No more sectionals for now so you can cheer up. I'm honestly worried about August...)
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